The light cyan soul fire in Yan Luo's eyes flashed slightly, and before the white light from the gun shadow touched him, he once again turned into a blur and avoided the attack.
This happened several times in a row, and it seemed that every time Yan Luo increased his speed, he could only sustain one breath, but he was always able to cleverly dodge the attack.
The giant skeleton was finally annoyed. He handed the gun to his left hand and took out a long bone whip with multiple tails from somewhere in his right hand. With a flick, several bone-white whip shadows rolled towards the smoke.
Yan Luo repeated his old trick, and the afterimage flashed down and dodged to the side. However, at this moment, the long bone whip suddenly turned in the middle, and the shadow of the whip followed Yan Luo's afterimage like a shadow.
Yanluo had just stood up, but before he had time to move, the multi-tailed bone whip that followed suddenly bloomed like a flower, wrapped around Yanluo's arms and legs, and tied them tightly.
in its original place.
Yanluo struggled for a few times, but couldn't break free at all. The light blue soul fire flashed in his eye sockets, and he seemed a little frightened.
The giant skeleton opened its mouth silently, as if laughing happily. With a pull of his right hand, Yan Luo couldn't help but rush towards the opponent. The giant skeleton's left spear simultaneously hit Yan Luo hard on the head.
At this moment, Yanluo suddenly stopped struggling and made an extremely weird move!
But seeing his head tilted, he actually took the initiative to meet the giant skeleton's spear.
There was a crisp sound of "bang"!
Yanluo's skull was intact, but the bone spear was broken apart.
Just as the giant skeleton was stunned for a moment, Yan Luo used the force of the bone whip to pull and hit the giant skeleton's head with his skull without slowing down.
"Crack" a bone breaking sound!
The skull of the giant skeleton was instantly shattered by Yanluo, bone fragments flew into the air, and a ball of cyan light flew out from it.
Yanluo was in mid-air, and when he inhaled hard, green light immediately flew into its mouth, and the originally light blue soul fire in its eye sockets faintly deepened a bit.
Yanluo turned over and fell down, opened and closed his upper and lower jaws a few times, and then with a little effort, he broke free from the shackles of the multi-coccyx whip.
Then he turned around and walked towards the group of skeletons still in the melee.
…
In the stone chamber of Qingya Palace.
Shi Mu sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes slightly absent-minded.
After a while, he came back to his senses and sighed softly.
He never imagined that it would be much harder to lift the curse than he imagined, and it was almost impossible. Then wouldn't all his hard work to get to the Holy Mountain be in vain!
But with his character, he will not give up until the last moment.
He shook his head and temporarily put all his worries behind him. After swallowing a bone-crushing pill, he began to use the celestial phenomena technique with all his strength and closed his eyes to practice.
I don't know how long it took, but Shi Mu suddenly screamed in pain and fell to the ground.
He felt waves of heartbreaking pain coming from the depths of his soul, causing his whole body to tremble and twitch, and his face turned pale.
He gritted his teeth and stood up reluctantly. His whole body was dripping with cold sweat. He pulled open his clothes. He quickly took out the sapphire gourd from the bedside, poured some blue liquid into the palm of his hand, and then smeared it on, feeling a chill that penetrated his bones.
spread out.
After a full quarter of an hour, the red light on his chest gradually faded, but in the end there was still a hazy halo covering the giant snake totem, and the giant snake seemed to come alive and slowly began to squirm.
Shi Mu's face was ashen. At this point, the masking power of the One-horned Viper's essence and blood had almost no effect. Attacks occurred almost every few days, and the intervals continued to shorten.
The most important thing is that the one-horned viper essence and blood on his body is almost used up.
When Shi Mu thought of this, his face became a little uncertain.
At the same time, inside the Holy Snow Palace.
The meeting hall, which is entirely made of white rocks, is extremely spacious. The walls are covered with skulls of various strange and ferocious beasts, giving the whole hall a bit of a wild atmosphere.
In the deepest part of the hall, a black stone table several feet long was extremely eye-catching. Behind the long table, an old barbarian man who looked very old was sitting cross-legged.
The old man's skin had crisscrossed grooves. His eyes looked dim and turbid, as if he hadn't woken up. His withered right hand held a crutch about half a foot long, like a dead branch.
In front of the black stone table, eight barbarians in different costumes stood on two sides, arguing about something, looking tense.
"This is truly a God-given opportunity that only comes once in a century. It can be said that God is helping our barbarians! Once we form an alliance with the Sea Clan, these despicable human races will no longer be able to stop the pace of the Holy War. By then, the fertile land of the human race will be our destination.
Paradise, I hope High Priest Bilig will give me permission!" On the left, a middle-aged barbarian with eyes like copper bells first bowed to the old man behind the black stone table, caressing his chest, and then shouted loudly with saliva flying.
"Hmph, you Mangniu Tribe are born to kill, you are really short-sighted! The Sea Clan is far more powerful than us barbarians and humans. If we join forces with the Sea Clan, once the Human Clan is truly defeated, I am afraid that the Sea Clan's next target will be us! We
The Golden Feather Tribe is opposed to forming an alliance with the Sea Clan." Before the high priest behind the stone table could speak, an old barbarian man on the right with three golden feathers in his head immediately objected.
"Hehe, Golden Priest is worrying too much. Our barbarian wasteland is barren and lacks water. The Sea Clan seems to have no motive to do this, right?" The old man Jin Ling just finished speaking. Opposite him was a man with a red bone staff in his hand and eyes as slender as poisonous snakes.
The old man immediately refuted.
"Would the Sea Clan do this, and how did your Serpent Tribe know about it?" Priest Gold glared at the old man with slender eyes.
"In any case, during this holy war, our barbarians killed and injured countless warriors before we captured the three most barren lands in Daqi. There is a great opportunity in front of us, and we can easily obtain large areas of fertile land. If we let it go easily, how can we deserve to die?
Those brave heroes!" Before the slender-eyed old man could speak, a middle-aged barbarian with disheveled hair beside him said sternly.
Seeing that an old man wearing a green priest robe on the other side of Pingman was about to retort, the narrow-eyed old man from the Fierce Snake Department spoke first:
"Everyone, please listen to me first. When we make an alliance with the Hai Clan, we can second it and agree that the captured territory will belong to the conquering party. At that time, the Hai Clan will launch a large-scale attack on the human race. At that time, we barbarians can deploy their troops on the front line.
At the same time, we sent envoys to have secret peace talks with the human race. When I think about it, we can ask for a large amount of food, iron and other resources as compensation without spending a single soldier. If the human race is wise, we can hold our troops temporarily."
When the narrow-eyed old man said this, he paused deliberately, and then continued with a sinister smile:
"When the human race moves the main force forward and fights fiercely with the sea tribe, we will take advantage of the opportunity to swoop in, wipe out the human race in one fell swoop, and seize a large area of their land as our own. At that time, the sea tribe will not be able to say anything.
"
Hearing this, the other three priests of Fierce Man cheered repeatedly, with excitement on their faces. The high priest on the main seat narrowed his old yellow eyes and opened his mouth to yawn.
"What you are doing is tantamount to playing with fire! The seven sects of the three kingdoms of the human race must have existed for so long, and their heritage must be great. Even if they lose a large area of land, they can still live in a corner. If we offend the sea clan, we will make the human race hate us to the bone.
, do you think our eight tribes of barbarians can face the power of two tribes at the same time?" The Yanya priest in a blue priest robe snorted coldly.
"The four ferocious tribes are far away from the sea. I'm afraid they don't know the strength of the sea tribe, right? The four plain barbarian tribes have always lived near the sea, but they have suffered greatly! In short, our Naluo tribe will never agree." A person beside the Yanya priest
The green-robed priest slowly spoke.
"Yes, the Sea Clan signed an armistice agreement with the Human Race back then. However, the Sea Clan ignored the agreement and started a war without permission. The words of these races cannot be trusted!" The last black-robed priest sitting on the right side wearing a skull necklace also agreed.
"How can you blame the Sea Clan for this? It's the human race who is despicable and went out to sea to hunt sea beasts first!" The priest of the Mangniu tribe glared and immediately retorted.
For a time, the four plain barbarians unanimously opposed the alliance, and the ferocious barbarians started to quarrel not to be outdone.
Priest Yanya frowned slightly, and suddenly waved his hands gently to the three people beside him, causing several Pingman priests to stop.
"Whether we want to negotiate peace with the human race or not, please let the High Priest judge!" Priest Yanya stood up and saluted the High Priest before saying.
"Whether we form an alliance with the Sea Tribe or not, please let the High Priest judge!" Priest of the Mangniu tribe, a middle-aged barbarian with eyes like copper bells, also stood up and said.
The other priests immediately fell silent, and everyone looked at the old high priest at the same time. To their surprise, the high priest closed his eyes and looked as if he had fallen asleep.
Everyone suddenly looked at each other, and everyone had a tacit understanding and did not show any noise. The Yanya Priest and the Mangniu Priest also maintained their original postures, with no trace of impatience on their faces.
After a full quarter of an hour, the high priest's hand holding the dead branch moved slightly, and a pair of old yellow eyes opened.
Upon seeing this, Priest Yanya and Priest Mo quickly asked the high priest for instructions again.
"You don't want to argue anymore. Today, the four ferocious tribes and the four ferocious tribes can each choose fifty totem warriors below the innate level, pass through the gate of the brave, enter the forbidden area of the brave to hunt ferocious beasts, and then use the level of beast souls obtained from the hunting.
The time limit for deciding the outcome is ten days." High Priest Bilig said slowly.
As soon as the high priest said this, the eight high priests below started talking. They were very puzzled as to why the high priest opened the Warrior's Gate in advance.
The Warrior's Gate leads to a huge sealed space, which retains the ancient style, so the heaven and earth are full of vitality, and there are still countless ferocious beasts that have long been extinct in the outside world. For the barbarian tribes living in the wasteland with poor products, it is
It is an extremely huge treasure, so if it is opened in advance, the interests of all tribes will be lost, and the priests will naturally feel conflicted.
However, when everyone saw that the high priest had no expression on his face and had no intention of changing his order, the discussion subsided. They did not dare to say more and began to calculate the gains and losses of this competition.
Soon, the faces of the priests from the fierce tribes were filled with joy, while the faces of the priests from the plain barbarian tribes were a bit sad.
The giants of the plain barbarians have weak blood and their strength has always been weaker than that of the ferocious barbarians. Even if the ferocious barbarians are caught in a war with the human race, the plain barbarians will lose more than they win in this competition.
"The Sea Clan and the Human Clan can also send two people each to enter the Warrior's Gate as assistants." Seeing that everyone had calmed down, the high priest spoke slowly again.